Ken Kesey. Over the cuckoo's nest (№ 72777)

I have a strange feeling that the sun shines on the three of them brighter than before. Everything else looks as usual - chickens running around in the grass on the roofs of mud houses, the grasshoppers jump from Bush to Bush, sagebrush kids panicles rounded up the flies with dried fish, and they rise the black clouds - everything is as usual on a summer day. Besides the sun, as it shines on three visiting a hundred times brighter, and I can see the... Seams where they are made. And you can almost see inside their machine that takes my words, tries to shove them back and forth, turning this way and that, and when it does not find a ready place, discards, if they did not.